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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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POSSUM JUICE
White folks, white folks
Wear a long face, They am never happy
Like the black race; I could tell mah troubles
But what am the use? Thinking of that possum
And that possum juice.
Ah ain't got no money,
Ah can't pay mah rent, My feet am heavy,
My back am bent; Ah could tell mah troubles
But what am the use? Thinking of that possum
And that possum juice,
Satan say Fse wicked,
Satan say I die, Satan doan' know me,
Satan done lie; I is very happy
But what am the use? Thinking of that possum
And that possum juice. |
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